What does it mean to be a human?

Are we just highly evolved primordial dirt or are we divinely inspired dust? Are we smart monkeys or image-bearers?  Did we climb out of a warm little pond, or did we drop from the heavens? Did we haphazardly come together on the evolutionary fly or were we fearfully and wonderfully made?

If we are just remarkably lucky beasts who happened to have won the most natural selection skirmishes then celebrating humanity becomes a pat on the back for outwitting, outlasting, and outplaying other life forms. However, if  we were known before we were born, then we have a purpose that is unrelated to mere survival. If the story of our lives was written before we even recited a line then our only recourse is to have a conversation with the One who penned it. If God knitted us together in our mothers womb then the least we can do is admire His stitch work. We are not tattered evolutionary rags but rather intricately woven life tapestries knit together by One who considers each and every one of us a masterpiece.

For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them. (Psalm 139:13-16)

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